LOGINI had stumbled out the room I was in, only to realize it was a spare guest room. I was so disoriented when I woke. I had gotten up too fast. Limping out of bed, I had nearly fallen the moment I was on my feet again. I felt so weak and drained. My vision was barely clear as I half-stumbled and half-limped down the stairs. I accidentally knocked down a vase which probably cost more than my monthly salary on the way down. I silently cursed as I clung unto the railing for dear life. Breaking my fall and doing my best to avoid the shards on the ground. Everywhere was now eerily quiet. Too quiet that it caused my heart to skip and my breath hitch. I could have sworn there were voices coming from downstairs... or was it my hallucination? I side step the shards as best as I can, retreating backwards. Then I miss my step and as my heart leaps into my chest, I remember I'm on the stairs. I gasp, losing my grip on the railing as I fall backwards. My vision blurs further as I brace fo
‘What is this…’My thoughts are cut short when I catch movement from the corner of my eye. I gasp, turning fully to the direction of the movement.But didn't see anyone. “who's there?” I call out. No answer. But I hear the sound of footsteps at the other end of the hall way. The sound following the other, meaning the person was running.Soft giggles bounce off the walls as I walked in the direction the person had taken. I call out again, breathing faster as I make my way around by muscle memory.I pause cold, heart racing as my eyes widen. Scanning the entire place. This place looked familiar. A bit too familiar. I should have realized it earlier. The reason I knew my way around by muscle memory, was because this… this is my house. But… how?I was just in the car with Hayden…A soft giggle reaches my ears from the side and I turn towards it. Effectively dismissing my thoughts. Then I see a child about seven years old. Smiling wide, and giggling as she played with her toys.How did I
Third Person's Pov: Hayden can't help but worry that the entire incident of today has possibly pushed River beyond return.Wordlessly with a solemn face, he carries her in his arms. Up the stairs and into a spare guest room.He was well aware of the mess Arnold Knot's men had made in his mansion. And he wasn't at all pleased with it. But he wanted to take care of River first.He gently lays her down on the neatly dressed King sized bed, and quietly but tenderly covers her with a thick blanket.She had fallen asleep on his shoulders, on the drive home. Her breathing was steady but a bit heavy.And right now the sight of her at gun point kept replaying in his mind.Only now did he realize, as he stared at her sleeping figure. Just how much she truly mattered to him. He clenches his fists at his side, his rage rising with each memory that resurfaces. He had successfully pulled her into his dark life, but it was too late to stop now. He won't let her go, he refuses to. He couldn't imagi
My heart hammers dangerously fast in my chest, as I watch in horror as I'm dragged further and further from Hayden. I watch as Hayden rushes out of the cars and pulls out his pistol, the sound of rushing footsteps echo in the valley. I figured it would be his men, they probably followed my scream all the way here. They pull out their guns too, but stop at the chilling voice of my kidnapper. “Go ahead, shoot. Bear in mind she'll die first.” He says, as he stops, turns on his heels. His rough hands pulling me to my feet, holding me by the neck in front of him like a shield. My breath hitches, as I feel the cool metal of a pistol press into the side of ny head. I watch in terror as Hayden stiffens. My eyes widen and fill with dread, as the realisation of my sure death settles on my shoulders like heavy concrete.He continues to back away, Hayden and the others following suit. None, daring to pull the trigger. After what felt like forever, he stops. My breath gets caught in my throat,
The drive back to the mansion was quiet. The sound of their car engines, filling the air. I shift my gaze from the road ahead, to the window. Then the side mirror, there my gaze pauses. I scan the reflection of the cars behind us.A total of twenty five cars… wow, that is a lot. I can't help the little widening of my eyes, as I stare in awe at them. I mean, I know Hayden is crazy rich, but this is a whole new level. Soon, we reach a cross road. Harden swirls left, and I watch in fascination as thirteen cars swirled right including Teil's, and twelve continue to drive behind us.Teil was currently driving to the airport, with Eva and her family. With thirteen men following suit to avoid any ‘surprises’ on the way. With my fingers crossed, I watch them drive on through the side mirror. The silence ahead this time is deafening. And I watch as Hayden pulls the lever. He sighs heavily, knuckles white as he grips the stirring wheel in a death grip.I suck in a breath the moment he turns t
The heavy weight of the pistol becomes impossible to ignore as my breathing increases. My heart rate has increased now, and my pants are coming out heavier too. My vision becomes narrowed and small, symptoms which I can't tell the cause of. It could be my fear or my panic attack beginning to act up.I shut my eyes, take a deep breath to try and calm my racing mind and heart before shooting. I hear Arnold Knot let out an agonised scream, as I stumble back a step and nearly fall on my back when a hand wraps around my waist. I gasp, blink and through the haziness, manage to make out Hayden's face.He has a worried expression on his face, if I didn't know better I would think he looked panicked. Funny, right?Well now is really not the right time for jokes. His eyes narrow at me, and as he slowly reaches for the pistol in my slumped hands. "That's enough." He says so softly and calmly that I nearly miss it. I frown, still struggling to stand on my weak legs which were probably jelly by
Author's Pov: At the scorpion's basement, Paul's rage reaches its peak. He destroys everything in plane sight, releasing a roar like that of a wounded animal. Of course he's been wounded. Hayden Wren had just single handedly ruined his plan, killed his men, and just declared war. He has lost a l
Hayden's pov: I don't think as I get into my car and drive to the market. Some guards get into the car parked behind mine, and drive, following my car. The speed I use to get there, is dangerous if not terrifying. Cars depart barely missing my car by a whisker. I drive through without even an ou
Everything felt heavy.The thought of Eva being tormented to death had been weighing me down more than I thought it would. I couldn't eat, felt weak... still do. Plus anxiety is so bad, I can't even sleep. Mira and Mr. Ron have been worried sick about me. The moment I woke up, I couldn't find Hay
Third Person POV:Hayden was beyond pissed today. He can't even describe what he feels right now, all he knows for sure... is the moment he saw River unconscious and saw her cry...He couldn't stop the primal rage that took over his senses. It was a miracle his rage didn't scare her away.As he wa







